I gracelessly stood in front of his formal clothed figure, my frowned lips now parted is dismay as he cautiously held his hands over his police badge. He swallowed awkwardly, shrugging to himself with a rude pout.
"This is my.... halloween costume." He whispered unknowingly. I quirked an eyebrow at him sceptically.
"You wore it under that coat all day?" This wasn't adding up. Who wore a costume a few nights before halloween?
"Yeah, I was- you know, breaking it in."
He unexpectedly began stretching his long, muscular legs right in front of me- causing me to warily take a small step back as I eyed him in confusion. "You were... breaking it in?"
He eventually stood straight and flashed me a smirk. "Why are you barging in here anyways?"
The tables soon turned and I shrugged also, biting my lip to think of an answer but I couldn't find any. "I just... wanted to speak to you."
He gave me a quizzical look and frowned. "What do you want to talk about?"
I parted my lips but no words were said. I only gave him a small smile as I quickly crossed my arms and stared to the floor. "You."
He went silent as his jawline tightened and his plump lips went into a straight frown. He glanced at his bed before taking a seat silently, his legs spreading. I kept my eyes on his as I attempted to ignore the bump in the crotch of his pants.
"Why do you want to talk about me?" He asked deeply.
My stomach was twisting and turning at the mere thought of him. He wasn't like any other boy I've met before, and I didn't know whether that was a good thing or not. I had a plan of what was going to happen when I entered his room, but now I'm not too sure.
"You're so different." I whispered, hoping he wouldn't hear it but the smirk he gave me signified otherwise.
"I know," He looked to the floor, the smirk still fresh. "But I still want you to tell me why you think so."
I nervously exhaled before I raised my fist to my mouth, my teeth nibbling on my skin anxiously as so many answers ran through my simple mind. "When you say you're asexual... I think it's false," I gulped, and it caught his attention. "You're bored, and you're scared that you're not going to find someone."
He shook his head to himself silently, and let out a small sigh. "You're so wrong."
I embarrassingly glanced to the side. "How so?"
"Come here, Harley." He breathed and bit his bottom lip.
I unwillingly shook my head from the shyness. "No."
"Straddle me." He spoke, his emerald eyes intensifying in the dark light.
"I don't want to. I just want to understand you, and then you can understand me." I lied, I was just too nervous. My fragile legs were trembling, and Harry seemed to notice.
"I already understand you."
"No, you don't." I shakily said before I locked the inside of my cheek between my teeth.
"Prove it." I harshly snapped.
"Come here and I will." He was getting more and more flustered at my refusal.
"I'm not sitting on your lap. I want to know why you think you understand me, because you don't."
"Hot or Cold, Harley? If I'm cold, you get to take a step back- if I'm warm, you take one step closer to me. You want to play?" He raised an eyebrow with a wicked grin, but he soon suppressed it as he rolled his eyes at my pause.
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Harley Thomas; an anxiously wrecked Christian who thrives on judging those who sin. Harry Styles; an emotionally wrecked Atheist who thrives on sinning.